Bure - Follow Me Lyrics

All these hoes they wanna follow me, yeah
'Cause I got that swag that no one could compete, yeah
Ain't no other way, I'm turning up the heat, yeah
It's that boy Ian Robert on the beat, yeah
All these hoes they wanna follow me, yeah
'Cause I got that swag that no one could compete, yeah
Ain't no other way, I'm turning up the heat, yeah
It's that boy Ian Robert on the beat, yeah

Yo, who need it? Bure got it
Ain't nobody gon' be telling me and my niggas to stop it
Look, it's a process, gotta trust it
The time it takes for me to murk is 'bout the same time it takes for this gun to buss it
I tell all my bitches XO
No, we ain't got no dress code
Yeah, we got the gas from Esso
Hand you a bottle like presto
Been working all day, need some rest though
Get everyday value like it's Tesco
I work for what I got, it's more often than not
I'm at the top, you niggas ain't taking away my spot
Call me Harden going for 30, stirring up the pot
To the world, be fair, give my little brother a shot

Look, inside I'm a monster
I attack yeah and I conquer
You cross me, I make sure you ain't breathing any longer
Like Uzi, my money longer
I do this for the ones I love
Never ever been a scrub
I'm battleship nigga, sinking subs

All these hoes they wanna follow me, yeah
'Cause I got that swag that no one could compete, yeah
Ain't no other way, I'm turning up the heat, yeah
It's that boy Ian Robert on the beat, yeah
All these hoes they wanna follow me, yeah
'Cause I got that swag that no one could compete, yeah
Ain't no other way, I'm turning up the heat, yeah
It's that boy Ian Robert on the beat, yeah

I'm the one, no Khaled
Ain't tryna sing you no ballad
But my heart'll go on to all these niggas I've murked
Faces so pallid
Everyone know I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I once had thoughts of killing myself
But the Lord saved me and now I'm one of the realest myself
Nowadays, everyone wanna talk about the future and how they gon' make that money
I've been put on this earth for a reason and I will be damned if I let a nigga take that from me
FOE, family over everything, gotta make sure everybody eat
Now, kindly step out of my kitchen, I'm cooking with flames, I know that you can't take the heat
Aberdeen's finest, there's no competition
If you got a problem, then sign a petition
I'm tired of all these emissions of lying and snitching
Like damn, this shit's a condition
I guess it's time for me to do my thing
All this ice on my neck, I let it swing

Swagged out, bagged out
Ain't takin' no handouts
I don't put my power down on the line, but you know a nigga stand out
Above the crowd, party turning up so loud
We on number 9 cloud
Everybody know all I'm tryna do it make my family proud

All these hoes they wanna follow me, yeah
'Cause I got that swag that no one could compete, yeah
Ain't no other way, I'm turning up the heat, yeah
It's that boy Ian Robert on the beat, yeah
All these hoes they wanna follow me, yeah
'Cause I got that swag that no one could compete, yeah
Ain't no other way, I'm turning up the heat, yeah
It's that boy Ian Robert on the beat, yeah